Be honest… do you find yourself saying, “I hate my life” even in jest.
I know I sure do.
Numbers are high despite my correction, “I hate my life”
Numbers are low despite me being full, “I hate my life”
The night time sleep is screwed because the numbers don’t cooperate, “I hate my life”
Know it all gives me some fortune cookie nonsense about handling a disease I am burdened with that said know it all has no idea of what it’s like to live (that’s my father by the way), “Fook off you pompous ol windbag…”
Of course I don’t truly mean this sentiment (except the last one)…
I like to think of it as a bit of downer humor.
It’s a cope.